Rhyme Room

[Verse 1: Raekwon] Ayo I’m done selling drugs and buying keys on consignment I’m about to buy a lab and purchase me a lion Drug money is sucks, I’m in the lux, drunk as a fuck Be going hard, bitch ass your butt But still in all I gain I don’t know no other way I’m cooler than the M6 play I run with drug niggas who ya one day One pay, one K Sun play, some spray Half of these niggas underage They came with the Purple Tape Grape shit, some call it gray I call it revolutionizing in the mix My money He-Man now Was shakin, don’t fuck with them snakes Fuckin with them fix hustle niggas is gay If that’s your thing, cold play Don’t get in my way We got hack saws that smack jaws, betray me Bout to get you more What you in this for Rae? Chill The official just late, give him his way That’s my nigga no big and give him his space If they front on us we frontin' back, piss in his face [Verse 2: Killer Mike] Peace to the god, whats up? Lord I’m laid in the cut Laid in the cut with a slut Laid in the cut on the peanut butter guts With a slut with Brazilian, hair to her butt Denzel cool, standing at the stove like "woo!" Whippin that work like "woo!" Ric Flair "woo!", Ric Flair "woo!" I’m penguin pussy cool Sittin sideways in a brand new coup Fuck nigga, suck dick til you strangle Therefore hatin on a real ass G Like me talkin bout you ass got ammo Say fuck your gripe wit a nigga named Mike Fuck nigga, yea I’m a king in Atlanta You don’t wanna be a news story on the TV channel Talkin bout last seen in Atlanta Bitch I'll take your life, sleep good that night Crack crab-legs in Savannah I’m so Tony Montana Nose full of coke, M16, all black hammer Put coke in the street, in a week everything jump back Sweet, sweeter than a can of Fanta Polo, Polo head-to-flo' ho I got horses on pajamas Yea, late night I might take flight With 3 hoes like my name Santa Yea yea, I drive a Chevy and I treat it like a Phantom I bought a ’96 Impala and I named it MJG ‘Cause we pimp hard and we pimp hard And a bitch can’t ride for free Gone [Verse 3: Yelawolf] Peace to the gods Way to hit the breaks home boy You about to fall asleep in the car Run a red light on me motherfucker I’mma pull the Chevy over and reach in the glove Speak from the blood kinfolk You don’t wanna see my pen, no You don’t wanna see me unplugged If I pull a 9 out, overnight I’ll sign out You snug as a bug in the rug Get a buzz on drugs and chug a jug-of-suds til I bust da' guts (Uh-huh!) Man, I could make a deacon dirty when I speak I’m murdering, I make a mean-mug and cuss When I lean in the Cut - lass It's this "30 ought 6" swingin' outta that window Tires in the mud (Uh-huh!) Got the soul of an old man, I can feel the love So call me daddy, lay my balls on the Caddy ‘Cause I drive 'em nuts Don’t follow and @ me if you ain't followin' rappin' ‘Cause I’m about grinding plus These songs that I write got life like a sycamore tree Let it grow tall, get thicker, more leaves Til the boys on the blogs are losing hair Well let 'em go bald, just give 'em more weave Yela’s in the kitchen potpourri Did I forget to mention I’m an emcee? Did I have to prove it on BET In a cypher twice, well it just might be I know So, Radioactive had a couple of radio-attempts But, I don’t wanna be radio-active anymore now Than I wanna jump off a cliff This I promise Catfish Billy, you can put Trunk Muzik in a picture frame! You ain’t gotta tell me that I made a mistake, and some of that shit was lame But all I wanna do is say "fuck that shit" and please accept my change I was only tryna people-please So people, please know my name Now back to the metaphors It’s better for me to settle scores instead of more self-loathin' I put tags on toes And like I’m in the morgue and I’m giving no pedicure Set a store on the corner sellin' melanol Set sail on a pale horse with a sword Yea me behold, in a white Caprice classic, pedal to the floor Flying by the seat of my pants ‘Cause I need what I need I believe that I can go achieve what I came to achieve And I leave you and you with the new CD in your hands Put it in, put it in, let the 808 fill that space Any kind of high never feels this great You can feel the taste, you can see that smell You can touch the moon when you hear that bass Thank God that I got this gift, damn right and I won’t shut up Let the gray hair fall down like an OG, damn right and I won’t cut em Man, I’m on my shit Life is a trip when I’m jumpin over cracks in the road Say what you want to about this white boy But I know the truth and rap’s in his soul